Black Fear

Summary

A serrated domestic tapestry, <em>Black Fear</em> stitches the acrid stench of cocaine into the very warp of an ostensibly respectable household. Mrs. Allen Walker, matriarch whose porcelain composure fractures into jagged chiaroscuro, presides over a parlour where gaslight pools like molten guilt. Her scion, played by Del Lewis, inhales white peril as if it were the very ether of modernity, while John Tansey’s paterfamilias—a banker whose ledgers bleed red—watches fortunes evaporate in the same breath that carries the powder to his son’s nostrils. Grace Elliston’s ingenue, once a watercolor of innocence, curdles into a marionette of tremors; her pupils become eclipses. Franklyn Hanna’s dealer slinks through back-stair shadows, dispensing folded perdition with the unctuous grace of a cathedral verger. Each rail on a silver card becomes a station of the cross: the first hit a radiant annunciation, the last a crucifixion in a candle-less room where wallpaper peels like flayed epidermis. The camera—hypnotic, predatory—lingers on a child’s porcelain doll face-down in a puddle of laudanum-tinted light, its glassy gaze reflecting the family’s unraveling double helix. By the time Paul Everton’s physician pronounces a verdict of social ulcer, the film has already scarified the viewer with the knowledge that addiction is not a visitor but a blood-born heir.

Synopsis

A story about the affects of cocaine on the lives of a family.